I got more money on my mind, fake niggas, fake bitches on my side
I have to deal with all, but ahora voy fine, hasta que un hijo p*ta want to cross the line
More money, more b*tches hey, you know what we doing now, we get rich hey
Fake ass nigga want to trick me anyway
But I have my gun, that's escixhas el bomb
Running like a bitch, screaming like a ho*
Late night, I got niggas going in a van
Late night,
You no going home si te ven
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah